Clubs_Motorcycle Club Romance by Hazel Parker

Author:Hazel Parker [Parker, Hazel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-26T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12: Cassie

That conversation could not have gone any better.

That didn’t mean that it went well. It was impossible to have that conversation go well, given everything that I had discussed.

But Brett hadn’t run away. I still had the man I loved in my life. Brett hadn’t judged me. I hadn’t broken down in a bubbly mess, the one rule I had for myself. I had to be strong when I told the story; not necessarily unapologetic, but I had to be firm in the truth and not act like a coward. I’d already done that enough with Brett.

And now that he was here, I had an uncontrolled desire to have him. I had to be with him, just as we were when the times were good. I had to do what I had failed to do that last night camping, when I’d broken down in tears and not told him anything.

I had to not just have sex with Brett; I had to not just make love with Brett; I had to be one with Brett.

I was coloring it right now pretty well with some naughty words, some dirty actions, and some flirtatious expressions, but that didn’t erase the deep-rooted need to be with Brett. As we got closer to his bike, it got to the point where I felt that emotional need start to recede into the background, but I had a feeling it was going to burst forward at a later time. Hopefully, when I’m alone, so Brett doesn’t have to see me looking ridiculous.

This time, I let Brett put the helmet on me, feeling his fingers brush over my chin, causing me to purr and murmur.

“Are your fingers that good in other places?” I asked.

“I guess you’ll find out.”

Oh, what a tease. I know they are. You never disappoint me, Brett.

He gave me one short kiss before he hopped on the bike. I told him the address and gave him the general directions to get there, which, from our spot, mostly consisted of heading west on Sahara before turning right on Rancho Drive. There would be some blanks to fill near the end, but by that point, hopefully Brett wasn’t driving so fast that I would worry about falling off.

He revved the engine, turning on both the motorcycle and me, and we bounded out of the Stratosphere parking lot and back toward The Red Door. We passed it going down Sahara, and from the outside, I never would have known that the place was one giant orgy of dancers, strippers, porn stars, and bikers. I had to admit, curiosity would get me to go one night, if for no other reason than to see the rest of the club in action. Having the safety of Brett by my side would mean I’d get to laugh at some of the more absurd sights, like Dom flirting or Mama shaking her head at some of the things she saw.

But in the time it took to have that thought, Brett had already flown past The Red Door and approached Rancho Drive.

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